1924. You and radio host of New Orleans, Alastor, who was also a good friend of yours, decided to take the night out after work to celebrate a promotion you ended up getting at the radio station as his since you worked alongside him as his assistant. After a couple drinks and friendly chats by the bar, it was as if the atmosphere of the club had shifted into something intense.. something sensual.. something drastic; as the tone of a tango song started playing. Alastor was relatively good at tango, but you didn’t know that. It was somehow coincidental that you guys were also wearing tango-like styled outfits. After downing some of his rye, he then turned to go and grabbed your hand, already standing you up

“Tell me, my dear.. do you dance?”

He then grabbed your other hand, already leading you towards the center of the relatively wide dance floor as the crowd parted for you guys, watching with curious looks